I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
Also, as much as I don't care for the older incarnations of the show, I'll admit that Don Messick's absence is much more painful to me than Casey Kasem's
When God beholds the ineffable extremity of your case, and sees your torment to be so vastly disproportioned to your strength, and sees how your poor soul is crushed, and sinks down, as it were, into an infinite gloom; he will have no compassion upon you, he will not forbear the executions of his wrath, or in the least lighten his hand; there shall be no moderation or mercy, nor will God then at all stay his rough wind; he will have no regard to your welfare, nor be at all careful lest you should suffer too much in any other sense, than only that you shall not suffer beyond what strict justice requires. Nothing shall be withheld, because it is so hard for you to bear. Ezek. 8:18. "Therefore will I also deal in fury: mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity; and though they cry in mine ears with a loud voice, yet I will not hear them." Now God stands ready to pity you; this is a day of mercy; you may cry now with some encouragement of obtaining mercy. But when once the day of mercy is past, your most lamentable and dolorous cries and shrieks will be in vain; you will be wholly lost and thrown away of God, as to any regard to your welfare. God will have no other use to put you to, but to suffer misery; you shall be continued in being to no other end; for you will be a vessel of wrath fitted to destruction; and there will be no other use of this vessel, but to be filled full of wrath. God will be so far from pitying you when you cry to him, that it is said he will only "laugh and mock," Prov. 1:25,26, etc.
Turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you. Because I have called, and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded; But ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh; When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you. Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me.
my favorite part of the harry dresden novels was that there was a holy warrior who wielded a sword bestowed upon him by the archangel gabriel created from one of the nails from the cross for the express purposes of fighting demons and remained very resolutely agnostic
Here’s what you’re left with, when it’s over: crap neither of you bought and nobody wants. Amy cleans and bags and cleans and bags and makes him pick it up when she’s not at home. She is shipshaping. She is fixing what she can fix.
Sleeping alone is cold on your body and weird with your dreams. Exhausted but awake, one false dawn, she takes tea out back and watches the recycling pickers. She’s exchanged more satisfying goodbyes with homeless people than they got from each other, she and Jake. The trouble with love stories is they only have one author.
Other people’s dreams keep showing up in Calypso’s dream diary and it bugs her. It’s one thing to have people you don’t know show up in your imagination; it’s another to have them fill your notebook with horse imagery, Batman and French. She doesn’t know French. It isn’t even her handwriting.
She locks it but they sneak in anyway, letters stretched and gray from squeezing between the pages. Some of it is disturbing stuff about her parents. “I can wake up from this whenever I want to,” she says aloud as she stares down at spindly capitals, but it doesn’t work.
Arrange to have garlic and onions cast into hot oil.
The carrot and celery you must divide against themselves. Ground beef, too, shall turn upon the burner; crush any coherent resistance with a spoon of wood. Sautee until no hint of blood remains to stain your hands.
Perhaps, in a dark place without witnesses, the tomato shall meet with the knife.
The basil and parsley you may use without consequence. For long minutes, all shall be muddled and roil on the surface of the flame.
If it is most advantageous, store cold for the proper day.
my favorite part of the harry dresden novels was that there was a holy warrior who wielded a sword bestowed upon him by the archangel gabriel created from one of the nails from the cross for the express purposes of fighting demons and remained very resolutely agnostic
The island must have been some kind of fur farm, before the demic: Lisa’s found rusted-out pens and a crumbling house with tannery racks behind it. But mostly the foxes clued her in.
They’re all human-friendly and uninterested in her food; they seem to eat sweet fallen apples, when they’re not pillaging a busted kibble silo. At night they curl up around her overturned boat and twitch their feet in sleep.
She could give up searching for the prophet, maybe. Stay here, eat fruit, stroke foxfur and dream.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
No, but I usually have a rough idea of when I got up, turned off my computer, and got in bed.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
anyways last night i had a dream where i was my mother and i was returning home from a conference and i was attacked by a badger and it was so acutely terrifying that i woke up and could not get back to sleep
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
anyways last night i had a dream where i was my mother and i was returning home from a conference and i was attacked by a badger and it was so acutely terrifying that i woke up and could not get back to sleep
That sucks :(
As I mentioned before, I just kinda woke up in bed this morning, with no recollection of having gotten in bed last night
Usually I take my tablet to bed with me, but it was still on the charger, so I don't know if any sleepwalking was involved or what
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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